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Ostracized through her tribe as a result of her white father, Lizzie Dawson lives on my own within the mountains of Alaska, working towards the methods of her humans at the same time she is living within the small cabin her father equipped for her mom. She desires of reconciling together with her grandparents to meet her mother's demise request, yet she has now not but stumbled on the way to bridge the distance that separate her from her tribe.Clay Selby has constantly desired to be like his father, a missionary who holds a superb love for the local humans and has introduced many to God. Clay and his stepsister, Vivian, arrive in Alaska to establish a church and college one of the Athbascan humans. Clay is completely thinking about this goal...until he meets a tender, autonomous Indian lady with the main remarkable blue eyes he is ever seen.But Lizzie is obviously now not a part of the tribe, and befriending her may have dire effects for his venture. Will Clay be pressured to choose from his wish to minister to the natives and the quiet nudging of his center?

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Thank you, thank you, her thoughts sang. How fortunate that the animal had come in the early hours—before the dogs awakened and frightened it away. How fortunate that it had ventured near during the first days of nearly endless sun, when she could work late into the night and still be able to see to skin it, prepare the meat for the smokehouse, and boil the bones for future use. Everything about the kill felt miraculous. She turned toward the cabin to retrieve her skinning knife, but her gaze drifted to the pen where the dogs lined the fence, their tongues lolling, mouths smiling, tails wagging.

Lizzie laughed, but the sound ended with a strangled sob. “I won’t sell you to just anyone,” she promised, sealing the vow in her heart. ” Just as she finished speaking, a dog’s bark sounded from a distance. Martha didn’t react, so Lizzie knew the bark carried from one of the village dogs rather than from an unfamiliar team. Was the animal warning the village of Clay and Vivian Selby’s approach? An image of the two white people flooded her mind. It was evident from their appearance and speech that they were familiar with the ways of white men.

My pa does. He’ll tote you, if you need it. ” Clay had been warned prices were high in Alaska, thanks to successful gold hunters, but he wasn’t a miner. He was just a missionary, and he couldn’t spare two dollars for a canoe ride. ” A frown furrowed the boy’s forehead. He inched backward, shaking his head. “Won’t do it for less’n six bits apiece. ” Clay sighed. He heaved to his feet, angling his shoulders to center the squeeze box on his back. “All right, then. ” The boy held out his hand. Clay removed the coin purse he wore on a cord beneath his shirt and withdrew a round silver dollar and two twenty-five-cent pieces.